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  ‘Well, Pet’ the Host responded, ‘I told you I had been watching you and thought you would make a wonderful treat for Party long ago. I didn’t know you were interested in Favouring until you came to me. But I must admit,’ he said, looking her over as she disrobed, ‘I think you will make this Party a smashing success.’

  Aja smiled. In their few short conversations, she had come to like the Host quite a bit. She knew that he was honest and wouldn’t have chosen her to favour his party had he not held her ability in high esteem. Even though he had no street knowledge of Aja, she knew from Party that he was a flaming bottom, and seemed to understand her desire, her need for possession and submission.

  ‘Now,’ he began, ‘you remember the rules we discussed, yes?’

  She nodded, squirming as she peered into the room behind him, wondering if they were alone.

  ‘You will have a room to yourself, to which I will show you momentarily. As Host, I will be your Keeper this evening, but you will be alone with my guests, until 11 p.m. I will come for you at that time. Until then, every male who attends Party will be serviced by you.’

  Aja shivered as she listened. Standing in the grand home was surreal, a Favour to Party, a dream about to come true.

  ‘You will be the first woman that every heterosexual man here mounts, this evening. You will not be serviced by any women, or repeat services for the men, until after your Favouring time is completed. Then you may do whatever you like. Your role as Favour implies that you are here to provide a service, not to receive one. You will offer only your sex for pleasure, as there will be other Favours to provide oral and other services, as well as there will be others who service my female guests. There will be no talking during your favouring time. Favours don’t speak. Understood?’

  Aja nodded.

  ‘This is a very special honour that you have been given, Pet. But I would not have chosen you for my Party, were you not perfect.’

  ‘I know,’ Aja whispered. She pursed her lips. ‘Thank you.’ Her heart fluttered against her ribs, a tiny bird’s wings meting the moments to freedom.

  ‘Come along now, it’s almost time,’ he said, motioning for her to follow.

  They entered a room lavishly decorated in burgundy velvet, lighted only by a muted chandelier and candlelight reflected in many mirrors. Aja had never seen such a decadent home. It was definitely the most extravagant Party display she’d witnessed. Her breath caught as she took in all the details of the room, her room. Tingles shot through her body, her nipples awakening with the sudden chill. A large low mahogany table fitted with a plush velvet covering and pillows sat on a raised platform in the room’s centre. Above the table hung two shackles, and a small gauge chain for each with black leather manacles at their free ends. Burgundy ribbons were tied at two corners of one end of the table, so that her legs could be bound.

  ‘We have found that this sort of suspension works quite well, allowing you to stay bound yet have mobility for any position. You know, we can adjust these to fit you perfectly, so your arms don’t tire,’ the Host assured her, placing one of the manacles on her wrist. ‘We want you to be completely comfortable in your service.’

  ‘I don’t think that will be a problem,’ Aja purred, still awed at the grand preparations. It was all for her, and the hostage scenario aroused her beyond imagination. Never could she live out this desire in her private love life – whenever she had one. Who would have believed that a Wushu Master of the tenth degree black sash could need such a release? And it was mere moments away. Her heart raced with anticipation as the Host slid on the last manacle and bound each of her legs just above the knee. He bent her legs and tightened down the dark ribbons, forcing her hips to rise slightly, giving complete access to her swollen sex. He checked her positioning against the mirrors, and when he was satisfied, covered her eyes with a silk crimson scarf.

  ‘You are a beautiful Favour,’ she heard him say. ‘The colours of this room set your complexion off remarkably. I chose this room just for you.’ She heard a muted clap of hands, and smiled as she felt the pride radiating from her Host. ‘Oh yes, I’ve put your things away, safely, and the stop word will be distributed to all the guests. Don’t hesitate to use it if you need to.’

  ‘Ah ... excuse me?’ Aja asked, rising up a bit. ‘What is the stop word for the evening?’

  ‘Libertine,’ he said. ‘Use it if you need to. The stop word rule has been well-enforced at Party. Very well, then. Our other Favours should be arriving shortly. Now where in the world are they ...’ She heard him mutter as he wandered off down the hall, leaving Aja alone.

  She smiled then tested her bindings. They would be easy to break in an emergency, but she foresaw no need for such. Instead, Aja continued pressing her tethers, delighting in the feel of them lightly digging into her flesh, holding her in place. She laughed to herself, almost alarmed at her lack of fear of being bound, blindfolded, and displayed. As a martial artist she had no need for fear, though it was nice to bring herself close to submission, just to be near it, to see what it would be like if it was even possible. And this was the only way. This was what she’d craved for ages, even before Party came into her life … the revelry of being taken, over and over, no seduction, no strings, no responsibility, just sheer blissful sex.

  From the first hands that grazed her inner thigh, Aja was riding waves of ecstasy. Even though her own gratification was not at the fore of the experience she revelled in the many hands, mouths, and cocks in and on her body, all at once. The attentions, the sensations bombarding her were her gratification.

  She could not have foretold the excitement of being the Favour for all these men. She had been with multiple partners at Party before, but it was not like this. Nothing was like knowing you were the appetizer for a feast of orgy, that you were what whetted the guests and enticed them to devour. And Aja had no control over any of it. They approached her, some with tension in their bodies, anxiety. Maybe it was their first Party, and she was their first Favour. Maybe they’d attended many Parties and in her anticipated the glory of the evening ahead. Regardless, by the time they finished with Aja, their tension dissipated and they were fully present in the spirit of Party.

  Aja could feel the eyes watching her as she was fucked, groped. Mouths ventured to her nipples, fingers, even her ears and anus. No part of her was left untouched. And with each cock, she gave a bit more, gushing wet until she could not even feel cock, only steady pounding, thighs rubbing against her own, sweaty bodies sliding. The only sounds were soft whimpers and an occasional whispered affirmation. Blind to it all, Aja let herself be skin, pussy, tight nipples, pounded and twisted until she was Party.

  Cody had begun to feel guilty, somewhat, for his penchant for Party. He’d not been in the scene long and when he first started attending he was free, unfettered, no love interest. But he’d kept going despite his interest in Aja, because it had yet to pass that they would actually be. So he had attended a few evenings intermittently and fucked every petite Asian he could find. It was easy to get lost in the sweat-slicked bodies, the salty sweet scents, and just not think any more.

  Never in his wildest dreams could Cody have envisioned something like Party, let alone experienced it. But late one night after his buddies had retired from bar hopping a beautiful woman approached him, and with no other prospects he let her bring him to Party. Even though he never saw her after that night his one foray left him with an open invitation to return to the exclusive engagement. He kept it to himself. Cody could have brought a trusted soul with him, but he knew no one he could share Party with.

  As soon as he entered the home, he was surrounded by the undulating sounds of sex. He was greeted by an older man, the Host, who gave him a glass of wine and escorted him to a changing room. The Host’s eyes grazed over Cody’s bared form as he stripped, but he didn’t mind – just part of the experience. The Host gingerly ran a finger along Cody’s browned shoulder and ogled his semi-erect cock, then left Cody alone. He ran his han
ds over the dusting of blond hair on his chest, the charged atmosphere ghosting a tingle over his skin. He paused for a moment, glancing in the mirror as he tweaked a pink nipple between his fingers, savouring that it didn’t take much for him to prepare for Party. Following the Host back down to the main floor, Cody wondered what festivities were planned. He knew to expect the basic format of each gathering, opening with a Favour and ending in divine debauchery accented, of course, with the curious flair of each Host.

  The Host parted the door to a dimly lit room full of men and one young woman on a centre table. ‘This is where you will start,’ the Host instructed. ‘After you have had my Favour, you are welcome to sample the rest of my Party.’ He ushered Cody into the room, then closed the door.

  Cody nodded, his attention turning back to the scene in the room. Bound was a young woman being taken from behind by a black man, someone whom Cody hadn’t seen before. Another man waited near them for his turn. Cody stood back, watching the dark flesh pound into the pink sex, the contrast of their fair and mocha skin tones glistening in the candlelight. He gazed around the room at the other men, some of whom had finished and were taking in a few more minutes of the lovely affair. Others were nursing erections with their hands, having had her earlier in the evening and now returning merely to spectate. Just watching, not even engaging was intoxicating. Cody never ceased to be amazed at how the mere perception of sex, any sex, aroused him.

  Groans from the dark man brought his attention back to the table, as he saw the man pull out. The man braced himself over the woman for a few seconds, then placed her on her back, kissing her belly as he walked away. When he left her, the woman’s scarved face turned to blindly follow the sound of his footsteps, turning in Cody’s direction.

  At first he thought he was mistaken, that his penchant for placing the features of Aja on any Asian women in earshot had gotten the best of his senses. But as he moved closer to the table he saw that his eyes were not playing tricks. The body writhing under the mouth of this man did indeed bear the pouting lips of Aja, her wavy black hair, slim hips, and the perky little nose that he would know anywhere. Here, at Party, favouring all the men in this room was his darling fighting dragon.

  Cody wanted to be shocked or angered to find her here. He wanted to think terrible things, but all he felt was hard and ready, and utterly, completely turned on by watching this man have his way with Aja. Had he seen her at Party before and not known it? No. It wasn’t possible. He would have known. She’d never been a Favour before at any events he’d attended. And in the casual setting of the latter hours of Party, he would have seen her. Confused, Cody felt guilty for watching, for wanting, unable to do anything but stand back, mouth agape, and stroke his cock.

  Before he knew it, the man reached his climax and was leaving Aja. The awkward moment of approaching her had arrived. Cody couldn’t help but note the irony of his hesitation. There she was, freely offered after months of envisioning pouncing on her. But she wouldn’t know it was him. He couldn’t talk to her or communicate with her at all. That was never part of his fantasies. Cody had only ever wanted Aja, knowing that she wanted him, having her fully, knowingly all over him. Cody knew that if he broke the rules of engagement and didn’t accept the Favour or attempted to talk to a Favour he would not be welcomed back to Party. Doing so might even endanger Aja’s future invitations, as well. But what could he do? There were already men waiting to have her after him, and he would not gain entrance to the rest of the soirée if he eluded his gracious Host’s Favour.

  He stepped up to the platform, walking to her side first, taking in her nude form. Her body was marked from recreation of the evening, from all the men at Party. Her lips were swollen, reddened from harsh lustful kisses, and her nipples purpled from calloused hands. He ran his fingers down the length of Aja’s body and she instinctively moved toward his touch. He spread her legs wide, revelling in her brazen will to be publicly bound, splayed, and fucked. Her sex was completely bare, even its inner lips exposed. Her crotch was a pool of liquids and he traced his fingers in the crease of her inner thigh, staring at her pussy. At his lingering touch the tip of her tongue outlined her bottom lip then retreated back into her mouth. Affirmed in her lust, Cody pulled her toward him so that her bottom was past the edge of the table. Cody sucked in his breath, placed one hand on her abdomen, and with one hard shove, pushed completely inside.

  With a jolt, Aja’s heels dug into the soft coverlet beneath her bringing her back from her trance. Suddenly she was aware that someone was taking her, pushing in. She could feel cock prodding deep into her cunt, the tip making full contact with the crown of her cervix, completely filling her. She would have thought it impossible to detect specific features of anything placed inside her at this point, but indeed, the cock in her now was filling her thoroughly, stretching her more amply than the multitude of men who had preceded it. She could feel him pressing sensitive areas she’d not been conscious of after the first few guests’ ministrations.

  Aja was incredibly aroused, not just from the treatment she’d received all evening, submitting to the wants and uses of the guests, but from the insanely glorious rubbing of the cock in her. She could feel the body of the man low over her, his nipples rubbing hers as they fucked. His breath came warm on her neck, his hands cupping her buttocks, lifting, holding her in position to pull out and then surge completely within her with each stroke. When he slowed the pace Aja went limp in his arms, completely hanging on his every movement. He began to fuck her more slowly, more thoroughly, so that his cock never lost contact with the sensitive folds deep inside.

  He fucked her masterfully, as if it was his will was to drive her insane, as if he knew exactly how she wanted to be taken. She could feel him watching her, his face hovering just above hers. Aja hung clinging to every stroke, praying he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t shift his weight even the slightest little bit. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling. She was just supposed to be, not taking anything for herself.

  And then, before her mind could register what was happening, she was shuddering. His arms came around her waist, holding her in the climax, exquisitely fucking her, so that his every gesture brought her pleasure. In her delirium, she could hear the activity of the men in the room crescendo, languid movements all around her. Fevered moans resonated low and primal until Aja realised she was hearing her own voice, her throat opening, giving way to a wild deep groan as her pussy tightened and contracted. Seconds later the man driving her came, each of his slowing movements bringing him to rest lower and lower on her chest until his dampened forehead cradled on her shoulder. He laid on her a few more seconds then pulled out, leaving Aja completely sated, trembling and empty.

  Aja drifted in and out as the remaining men took Favour, but none of them regaled her like the man who had left her spent. She was aware of their presence, sometimes even feeling them in her. Mostly, she just lay back, peacefully receiving them. She lost all track of time, and succumbed to the men of Party.

  When the Host finally came for her, he allowed her to collect herself a bit, then showed her into an adjoining bath where attendants helped her freshen up. They soothed her reddened skins with cool moist cloths, rubbing scented oils into the areas bitten with marks from the manacles and ribbon. She nibbled sweet fruits as they pulled and kneaded her flesh, fuelling her with revitalizing energy.

  ‘Our guests have been well pleased with your service, Pet,’ the Host told her, a hint of pride gleaming in his eyes. ‘If you ever wish to Favour again, Miss, it would be my honour to have you.’ With those words, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, bowed to her, and motioned her out the door.

  He led her back down the main hall to a huge drawing room, which held a vast array of candelabras. Bodies writhed, copulating in every fashion, all around. This was a more familiar scene of Party to Aja. She entered the room, the other Favours already receiving overtures from the guests. For the first time since the evening began, she felt somewhat self-conscious, wondering
if the man who had so artfully and wilfully possessed her watched her now.

  She was immediately pulled into the arms of two women, who pushed her back on to the floor, covering her with kisses. Trails of moisture cooled where their lips passed over. A lovely brunette lapped at her cunt, giving the long-needed attention that her clit had been craving. Tired of being on her back, Aja rose into the midst of their heap, and grabbed the cute redhead, gently, deftly turning her on her back. Surrendering to her own need for closeness, Aja lavished long kisses on the woman, the essence of semen and other women awakening her taste buds. She loved being with women, and in her favouring time had forgotten how much she looked forward to her secret interludes with them at Party. In seconds she tasted the sweet cunt, savouring the delicateness of the flesh and the whimpers rising from the creature in her hands. The brunette had taken station at Aja’s sex, wedging herself under Aja’s bottom, so that Aja was fully seated on the woman’s face. So intent on her was Aja that she gave not another thought to the male guests.

  The attention that the blonde was giving his cock didn’t have nearly as much to do with Cody’s heightened arousal as the scene that played out a few feet from him. He’d no idea that Aja enjoyed women, and he added that to his slowly growing list of interests he didn’t know she had. He longed to walk away from the mouth that was swallowing his cock, though he knew that to do so would not only be in poor taste, but would disrupt the entourage that was pleasuring Aja. Cody was wholly mesmerized by the sight.

  His breath had caught when she had first emerged from the dark hallway on the arm of the Host, and he was torn between running away and to her. But he was in it so deep he couldn’t get away, even if he had truly wanted to. Before Party’s end, Aja would know he was there, and that he, along with all the other so-inclined men, had sexed her.